LOGIN(Sienna’s POV) I knock on the door of Arthur’s office, hesitantly. “Enter,” his deep voice booms from the other side of the hardwood construction. I do as instructed, holding my tongue. Goddess, he’s gorgeous He tilts his head to the side, studying me. With slightly squinted eyes and pursed lip
Glancing at her, I notice her nod, releasing the seams of her dress. Her right arm relaxes at her side, and she reaches for my hand with her left, lacing our fingers together. She stands to her full height, petite as it may be, with her shoulders straight and braced for the storm almost upon us. F
(Sienna’s POV)I wasn’t prepared. Arthur’s hands reach for my waist, pulling me taut to his chest. His arms could wrap around me twice, while his hands graze just slightly lower, gripping my ass. Butterflies flutter deep in my stomach at the sudden contact, the full invasion of my space by him. His
I reach for my wolf. Her depression is palpable, but she is alive…she is still improving. This is all for her... and my son, Owen... All this struggle will be worth it in the end. Improvement is still progress, even if it’s just baby steps.(Arthur’s POV) I’m bored listening to politician after po
(Sienna’s POV)An aide pulls Arthur away to handle a diplomatic emergency that, honestly, probably could have been sorted out with a simple email. I stand near the exit, sipping my champagne, taking this quiet moment alone to breathe. My wolf whispers in my mind. “You’re doing well, Sienna. Thank y
(Sienna’s POV)A full orchestra plays music designed to evoke tangled two-by-two movements.Strings bend to the will of those playing them in a serenely intimate cacophony that drowns out the existence of the others on the dance floor or the onlookers.For a short time, it doesn’t feel like a Royal
The moment I can, I escape. I mumble an excuse about needing some air, smile at whoever’s in my path, and weave through the crowd until I reach the large glass doors leading out to the terrace.The night air hits my skin like cool water. I inhale sharply, trying to steady myself. My palm still tingl
I slam my phone down so hard the screen shakes.“That arrogant jerk,” I hiss. “He thinks this is a game.”My pulse races so fast it feels like it’s in my throat. For a second, I want to throw the phone at the wall, but I need it—so I curl my fingers into fists until my nails sting. Part of me wants
After the banquet, all I want is a hot shower, my bed, and thirty minutes without my phone buzzing.But clearly, bad luck was still following me.Instead, when the car drops me off and I walk toward my building, a figure steps out from the shadows near the entrance. Of course. Landon.He’s leaning
The next morning, I dive into research like my life depends on it. Because it does. I meet with legal teams across the city. I see human attorneys, pack-law specialists, and the Alpha Council advisors. Every office looks the same by the time I’m through: polished desks, too-bright lights, and lawyer







